Yesterday I had a trip into York to freshen up and relax before Pulse next week. I got my hair cut, had lunch in the museum gardens and strolled by the river. It was so beautiful. Sometimes you can take for granted where you live. When you see it everyday it becomes almost invisible. York reminds me of Edinburgh at this time of year, with all the tourists and street performers. All I need now is an old fashioned bicycle to feel like a true Yorker.